In a world where power and passion collide, four ruthless brothers embody the essence of Greek gods. Each carries a legacy of strength, charm, and danger. They command both fear and desire. First the fierce leader Second the brooding protector.
Thir...
The court was quiet, the air heavy with unspoken words. A girl dressed in a stunning red saree stood at the front, her heart pounding as she caught a glimpse of herself in the polished surface of the wooden bench. The vibrant fabric contrasted sharply with the somber black tuxedo of the man beside her, who stood still, his expression betraying nothing.
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(RUDRAKSH OUTFIT)
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(MAHI OUTFIT)
Across the room, her groom's three brothers and their father occupied the sparse seats, whispering among themselves. Their presence felt like a distant echo in the vast emptiness of the hall. On the girl's side, there was no one—no mother to offer comfort, no friends to share the moment. Only the weight of her father’s wishes lingered in her mind, pushing her forward. Her chain of thoughts broke when Abeer came towards her.
"Mahi beta i know it's very hard for you to adjust and accept all of us but I want you to try" he said with soft tone placing his hand on her shoulder.
Rajveer eyes widened seeing his father speaking softly for the first time.
"I will try my best uncle" she said
As the judge entered, she straightened, a wave of determination washing over her. This was her decision, one she hoped would honor her father’s wish. She remembered his uncle's words, urging her to find happiness, even if it meant stepping into the unknown.
The proceedings began. The judge spoke in a steady, monotonous tone, asking for consent and understanding. The girl’s heart raced as she glanced at her groom, who remained impassive, his dark eyes fixed ahead. She wondered what thoughts lay behind that calm facade. Did he share her uncertainty? Or was he simply detached from the weight of this moment?
As they signed the marriage certificate, the pen felt heavier in her hand than she had anticipated. Each stroke of ink felt like a binding vow, one she hoped would lead to love, not obligation.
Finally, the ceremony concluded, and as they turned to face each other, her husband’s demeanor shifted. With an icy calmness, he leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper but sharp enough to slice through the stillness.
